I refuse to passively accept the blindfold I wear.
I refuse to believe in death. Never mind Santa Claus. Death is no more real.
I refuse to worry. I know it all works out in the final reel and which reel that is is up to me and God.
I refuse to fear. There’s nothing that can harm me. Not really and not the real me.
I refuse to believe in original sin. Instead I believe in original innocence. It’s beliefs like original sin that obscure and hide our original innocence.
I’d rather be silent than engage in conversation that doesn’t empower me or you.
I’d rather be still than travel to exotic places for the simple thrill of travelling. Rocks remain rocks, here or there; trees remain trees; water remains water. But connecting with my love in stillness, my bliss, my compassion – that inspires me.
I refuse to be bound any longer by anything material. My heart now responds only to love in all its forms and degrees.